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Seventeen
Used to be a major scale,But the melody went stale,Musical cacophony let,Insy Winsy spider free.You're a rich little boy,Who's had to work for his toys,You've got all the sensibilities, oh,Of an upper class guy.
No, no I'm not your little slave,No I don't twist and…
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 Angol dalszövegek
magyar fordítása  English lyrircs
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